Fame

Broken apart 

Like a cloud in the wind,

When the crowd chants for more

The glass life begins.

The sand-torn corners

Where those monsters did hide

Are now burnt by the sun

And beaten by the tide.

That stammering voice

Spilling out of your lips

Is now amplified, eternally,

For clowns and critics.

Traded for solace 

The waves never stop

That lonesome lighthouse 

A new tourist spot. 

It's the life that you've chosen

You mustn't complain,

For you may sink and drown in it

Turning back into rain.